The last day of school — which I didn’t attend — was a huge stepping-off point in my life. I was free of “the system” that had imprisoned me for 12 years.
Never again would I permit myself to be at the mercy of such dull masters. From that moment on, my life would be lived on my terms. Freedom would be savored every minute.
My parents made me go to the graduation ceremony. They wanted to see me perp-walk across the stage and switch the blue-and-gold turkey wattle thing from one side of my cap to the other.